What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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He grew another day older.

She has become much more understanding.

“Then I’ll come closer when you’re disguised as Uncle Bruce.” Ian moved back a little, his tone filled with emotion. “Actually, I’ve wanted to open up for many days now. No wonder I felt a sense of kinship when I saw that Uncle Bruce. I think Uncle Bruce must have hugged me when I was a child.”

He was still clutching the file folder tightly.

Speaking the truth from the bottom of my heart.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Batman hesitated for a long time before finally deciding not to clench his fist with the hand holding the scanning equipment—he simply clenched his other, idle hand.

"Tell me what happened after The Flash fell into a coma." Batman may have already learned some things from Barry Allen, but he still wanted some additional information.

"It's a long story."

Ian sat cross-legged in his chair. His mother had taken the orange cat to the company, and the cat didn't like going upstairs, so he could only grab the devil's head and pet it.

This scene made Batman feel like his sanity was plummeting.

"I hope you'll get to the point."

Batman is fiddling with various parts.

“Okay, let’s keep this short…” The rain outside the window grew louder as Ian petted his cow and recounted how he was ambushed by Savita, who used Flash, after he said goodbye to the interviewer.

There wasn't much embellishment.

He also knew that this matter involved the Flash's safety and an invasion from outer space.

"You mean, Savita attempted to ambush you, and you used your intelligence to lure him to an invincible being, but you can't tell me who that being is?"

Batman summarized the information Ian had revealed.

Eyes twinkling.

“Uncle Batman, I’m protecting you… and my future money.” Ian didn’t want to reveal anything about Lucifer; he knew just how insatiable Batman’s curiosity was.

There aren't many big shots who would dare to kill Batman.

Lucifer was among these few.

Ian had good intentions.

however.

“Los Angeles, Bar of Light—Barry has already told me where you tricked Savita into coming to Earth. What I want to know is why that bar owner named Lucifer came to Earth.”

"Also, why are you still alive after he came looking for you?"

Batman, however, had already discovered Lucifer's identity through the information Flash had gathered before he fell unconscious. The Lord of Hell was not hiding anything while active on Earth.

“He thinks I’m arrogant enough to be his shield in the future.” Ian doesn’t think he has an arrogant personality; he gleaned the information from the bartender’s words behind him.

"You sold your soul to him?"

Batman looks up.

His eyes, hidden behind his goggles, were fixed on Ian.

“That’s your prejudice. Actually, Lucifer has a very good temper, and he doesn’t like harvesting souls.” Ian, who had been misunderstood in the Marvel universe, defended Lucifer.

Batman gave him a deep look.

"You are indeed quite arrogant."

The old man bowed his head.

Slowly, he picked out a pair of underwear from a pile of equipment, which was obviously taken from Savita's body, along with a pile of items that appeared to be all the fabric from Savita's body.

"You even peeled this thing?"

Batman looked at Ian with a very strange expression.

"I put a plastic bag over it, so don't tear it. Savita is from the future, I need to have someone investigate whether this is high-tech underwear."

“You know, I know a few scientist friends.” Ian’s answer made sense, and upon hearing this, Batman scanned Savita’s underwear with his device.

"These are just ordinary underwear."

He made a judgment.

"However, there may be biological information on it. I can take it back and study it. Perhaps it will help me find out why Savita needs Barry to be corrupted by that strange energy."

“Barry said that Savita is the future him.”

talking.

Batman put Savita's underwear away.

There's clearly a reason why Ian put him on the must-eat list.

Some of their actions are truly thought-provoking.

“I still have the body, maybe it’s still warm?” Ian pointed out the window. When he came back, he also put Savita’s body in the trunk.

This was unexpected by Batman.

"I thought you had already fed Savita to your pet." Batman's gaze fell on the demon head, which immediately rolled its eyes.

“I don’t eat everything; humans aren’t on my menu.”

It spoke up and gave a response.

“I will only eat humans that the great God Ian tells me to eat.”

of course.

This witty devil didn't forget to take the opportunity to flatter Ian, but it was just the same few flattering remarks over and over again, and Ian, who was tired of hearing them, didn't give any praise.

"The body was in your flying car?"

Seeing Ian nod, Batman climbed out of the window before Ian could even say anything, his practiced ease showing he was no stranger to using windows.

"No."

Ian chased after him to the window.

however.

It's too late.

“Crack—”

A strange noise suddenly came from outside, a sickening metallic creaking sound came from the yard, and in the last moment of silence, the satisfied purring of the Hellcat engine rang out again.

Ian used his super jumping ability to reach the back of the courtyard.

I saw.

Bruce Wayne, Gotham's Dark Knight, is being bitten in the mouth of a sports car with fangs. His cape hangs to the ground, while the Hellcat's tires spin excitedly in place.

It looks just like a big cat that's gotten a new toy.

"Stop messing around, this is Uncle Batman who I don't know very well, but he knows Uncle Bruce who is very close to me!" Ian rescued Batman from the hood of Hellcat.

This shouldn't be considered a kill on first meeting, right?

After all, Batman clearly knew that Ian had a flying car.

"What did you feed this Wraith Car? How could it possibly have ambushed me!" Batman did know about the car, but his data updates seemed outdated.

"Did you feed him a tiny bit of the Demon King's son?"

Ian felt a little guilty.

He was afraid Batman would complain to Superman.

"Actually, it's just a bit timid, that's why it reacted so strongly. Look, it didn't even bite you hard," Ian tried to excuse his toy car.

The car also played radio music in response.

The first time I stood up to a bully was the day my daddy died.

He said, “Promise me now, son, never run from a fight.”

……

have to say.

The number of radio stations in a car may be limited.

The song it played wasn't quite appropriate for the occasion.

It may have slightly touched Batman's sensitive skin.

I saw.

Batman's face turned ashen.

"This is anti-daddy armor, your car can't possibly bite me! Damn it! I'll bankrupt Dodge sooner or later! I'm going to hostilely acquire their stock tomorrow!"

Batman was cursing.

He carried Savita's body and strode quickly toward the gate.

The black cloak behind him fluttered in the rain.

"..."

Ian hadn't expected Batman to react so strongly. He first whispered a lecture to Hellcat before catching up with Batman, who had stormed into the house.

“I’ve already cursed it, Uncle Batman, don’t take it to heart just because it’s a car.” Ian was also a little worried that one night in the future, a shadowy figure would come into his backyard with a hammer.

He knew that when facing the Dark Knight, he had to use the darkest mind to figure him out. It was like a business war; when darkness wanted to cause trouble, it would inevitably choose the simplest form of revenge.

in the living room.

Batman is collecting Savitar's biological information, while The Flash, Barry Allen, is sleeping in a high-tech device that clearly isn't part of the Kent family's equipment.

"Where's my dad? Did he go to work overtime again?"

Ian looked around.

"He went to pick up Diana, and Arthur and Mera will be here soon," Batman replied without looking up, essentially providing Ian with an update on what had happened during his forty-five minutes of sleep. Ian had spent most of the day in the Marvel Universe. However, in the DC Universe, only forty-two minutes had ever passed.

Ian blinked.